The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

"How?"

Ying Hui didn't care about the eyes of the people around him. He just looked at Chu Tianxiao quietly and said calmly, "The two armies will put away their sharp weapons and compete only on quality."

"The outcome will determine the ownership of the reward for the Battle Flag of the Breaking Barbarian Order and the name of... the Four Heroes!"

"Chu Tianxiao, let's compete!"

This repeated voice fell, and everyone in the field could hear the unshakable determination and fighting spirit in it. For a moment, many people who wanted to watch the show had their eyes lit up!

However...

Chu Tianxiao shook his head unexpectedly.

"No need."

After this faint voice fell, the whole audience became silent. Everyone looked at Chu Tianxiao with doubtful eyes. Even Ying Hui quickly narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of anger: "Why?"

With his ability, he could clearly hear the "indifference" in Chu Tianxiao's voice!

Well, I don't care...

When... one of the four great heroes, the second son of the general, and the title of 'major general', the challenge issued by him will be "ignored" by others?

This is humiliation!

In more than ten years, has anyone ever humiliated him like this!

Ying Hui secretly clenched his fists, and the emotions in his eyes slowly changed from fiery and crazy to cold and cold, but the military geniuses who knew Ying Hui well knew that this was not because he calmed down, but... he was extremely angry!

There was thunder in his chest and his face was as calm as a lake, as cold as a killer staring at his "prey"... At this moment, Ying Hui has already demonstrated his terrifying strength!

For a moment, even the military geniuses standing beside him felt a chill...

One of the four heroes, the reputation is well-deserved!

Ying Hui stared at Chu Tianxiao, expressionless, but his voice was extremely cold.

"Reason."

When these two words fell, a murderous aura naturally came out, and those geniuses even trembled slightly. However... Facing such a regret, Chu Tianxiao remained calm and continued to shake his head. Then, he turned around, waved his hand, and said something indifferent.

"Because... there is no need."

After that, Chu Tianxiao ignored others, just raised his head slightly, stared at the sky with a few red clouds floating in front of him with deep eyes, and showed a thoughtful look...

However, his calm and calm words were like a fire thrown into a gunpowder barrel...

One after another, an uproar sounded!

Chu Tianxiao... actually used the four words "no need" as a reason for refusal? And in such a calm tone?

What a joke!

"Hmph, who does he think he is?"

"That's right, is it so great to gather 3,000 troops? What a loser army! Just hearing the name is like a joke! The army never wins by numbers. If it really follows that, wouldn't the barbarians be invincible in the world?"

"Yes, it looks mighty, but it's just a look! Who knows what it's like without fighting? Maybe to General Ying's Black Tyrant Army, this loser army is just a bunch of rabble!"

"If you don't dare to compete, just say you don't dare to compete. You said it so inexplicably. Do you think that deliberately being indifferent can cover up your cowardly nature? It's ridiculous! You are a flower from Kyoto, a coward!"

The military geniuses didn't have a good impression of Chu Tianxiao in the first place. Now seeing him do such a "behavior", the original "disdain" attitude suddenly upgraded to "hatred" attitude!

Feeling extremely unhappy, these people began to sneer at Chu Tianxiao.

Then... a scene that they didn't expect at all appeared.

Chu Tianxiao ignored the taunts in his ears, and after silently observing Yunjian for a long time, he pondered for a moment, raised his right hand high, and gave an order: "Everyone dismount!"

Huo!

The prodigal army, obey orders! Almost in an instant, everyone had dismounted and lined up. Then, Chu Tianxiao waved his hand again and gave a command similar to flag language. Then all the prodigal army soldiers sat down directly, took out a wine pot from the silver-white small piece that had been "embedded" in the battle armor, opened it, and the rich and mellow aroma of wine immediately spread throughout the venue, making everyone lose their souls...

It should be noted that the soldiers in the army love wine, which is a reason since ancient times. Even those Kyoto geniuses who have just arrived in the barbarian land have experienced this in their military careers, so at the moment, after smelling the tempting wine aroma, for a while, everyone's faces showed yearning expressions, and began to whisper to each other... Those military geniuses even forgot to sneer for a while-they are more knowledgeable, and therefore more shocked!

"This kind of wine aroma... is the fighting wine!"

"Not bad! It's a top-grade fighting wine! Just a sip of this wine can greatly improve the cultivator's fighting spirit and momentum within a quarter of an hour, and even the cultivation level will rise significantly in a short period of time... This loser army is actually equipped with such a good wine?"

"...It doesn't make sense. This grade of fighting wine is made with the brewing technology of our Great Zhou, which is the best in the world. There are not many shipments throughout the year. It is a rare item that only the elite soldiers of the first rank are qualified to enjoy! Where did this loser Chu get it..."

"...It seems that he really had some adventures during this period, hum... **** luck..."

On the city wall, everyone was talking about it. Ying Hui and the white-browed old man looked deep and thoughtful. At this moment, Chu Tianxiao suddenly shouted: "The loser army!"

The three thousand loser soldiers responded immediately and shouted their... "slogan" with high morale!

"Be a loser for the rise of the Great Zhou!"

After this sound, before anyone could react, the three thousand losers suddenly raised the wine pot in their hands, like a dragon swallowing a tiger, and drank the whole pot of wine in one gulp!

Then, the silver items on their bodies shone again, and everyone in this army took out a pot of fighting wine, and then poured it out!

The top-grade fighting wine was drained away in just a moment!

Yes...

The losers took out the extremely "luxurious" and greedy fighting wine, and then...

Drink a pot.

Pour a pot!

When this happened, all the people on the wall showed expressions as if they were struck by lightning...

At this moment, only a few people vaguely guessed the intention of the Loser Army to do so - this should be some kind of "ritual" of this army, similar to the rituals of offering sacrifices to the sky, offering sacrifices to the flag, and slaughtering livestock before the war... This is no problem. The culture of each army is different, and they have seen a lot of various "weird" rituals, but the problem is that even the most senior soldiers in this group of people never thought that they would see such a "ritual" one day!

Hmm... Fighting magic wine, drink one and pour one, as a ceremony? Damn, that's fighting magic wine!

Ordinary soldiers may not be able to drink a mouthful of fighting magic wine in their entire lives!

The Great Zhou cherishes it very much, and only allocates a little fighting magic wine to the first-class army!

It's just...like this..."ritualized"?

This is a loser, right? This is simply Chu the loser who is losing in various ways!

The group of people recalled the loud slogan of the Loser Army, that "loser for the rise of the Great Zhou"... Well, the rise of my Great Zhou Dynasty is actually related to the word "loser"...

The group of people can no longer understand Chu Tianxiao's thoughts. After seeing this scene, they now only have one thought left.

"Chu Loser... What do you want to do! What the hell do you want to do!"